Saving Grace

Chapter Three. // Soft Brown Eyes.

Chapter Three. // Soft Brown Eyes.

Giggling, I hold Noah's hand as I run down the hallway. He keeps stumbling over his feet because as much as he hates it, he's clumsy as fuck. He's clumsy and I space out nine times out of ten. So perfect. His snicker behind me is the cutest and I shush him, "quiet down, if we get caught, we'll get detention." I nearly hiss at him through the dim lighting as we open the door to the basement and descend the stairs.

Instead of going to fourth period class, we decided it would be fun to skip and on a whim, decided to go to the supply closet in the basement of the school. Sneaking through the school hand in hand, trying not to trip over a four by four or a broom.

Suddenly he stops, pulling my arm and I nearly fall backwards. Still holding my hand, he turns me around and grins down at me, his pure white eyes shining through the dark. His big toothy smile making my insides melt. "I'm so glad I hit you with my car," he whispers softly.

I snicker, "same, babe, same." I stick my tongue out and I go to turn around, trying to get to the supply closet in the basement before a janitor sees us. But Noah stops me again. I turn around and look at him, "what is it?" I ask him softly, looking up at him.

He takes a step forward, arm snaking around my back, the small of my back. His fingers graze my lower back where my t-shirt had ridden up. I suck in a breath as he pulls me to him, pressing my chest up against his. One hand on my cheek, running his thumb over my cheek bone, "Jamie," he whispers, a huge smile on his face. His nose inches closer to me. I'm most aware of how his fingers feel on my bare skin, burning me. Making me burn for him.

I lick my lips, looking at his. Soft and pink, just waiting for me to bite them.

Suddenly, the room floods with light and Noah and I jump back. Standing at the top of the staircase is one of the janitors, door wide open. I gasp, "fuck." I whisper just as Noah whispered, "shit."

I grit my teeth and grab his hand, pulling him quickly behind me. The supply closet is still on the other side of  basement and there's no way we'll get there without being seen. I think critically, pulling Noah behind me, wedging myself between a big grey cabinet. It's not wide enough for the both of us to stand side to said so Noah pushes himself between me and the wall. Our chests are pressed together, biting our lips as our hearts beat quickly against each other.

"I thought I heard someone down here." The janitor queries.

"Maybe you're just hearing things, you are getting up there in age." Another comments, with a higher pitched voice than the other one.

"Maybe you're right."

They continue their banter back and forth, Noah and I trying really hard not to breath too loudly. His chest is pressed up against mine, my hands squeezing his hoodie in my fists at his sides. He's looking at me, eyes soft and caring. But I know while he wants to just make me smile, he also wants to rip my clothes off and fuck me into this wall here. Not that I blame him because I also want that.

But Noah is shy when it comes to intimidate things, we've never been this close before. We've held hands while running today but that's about it. He looked like he was about to kiss me back there but those dickweeds fucked it up for me. Two weeks sense he hit me with that car of his and he hasn't even kissed me and it's driving me fucking insane.